I couldn’t put my arm around my grandmother? Was I too cool for that or were my hands cold and in my pockets? I really don’t recall. However, when I look at this photo, the first thing that pops into my mind is, “I’m too cool for school!”
I was 9 1/2 years old when this photo was taken in Florida with my Grandmother on the catwalk of her condo. I don’t think we were doing anything special, but for some reason, one of my parents must have taken our photo. (Did I think that belt was cute? Did I think I looked adorable and asked to have the photo taken? Still not sure.)
My grandmother died last year, at the age of 92 1/2. I miss her much more than I ever thought I would. For months I couldn’t take her off of my speed dial on my cell phone. There have been countless times I’ve gone to call her and have stopped, realizing that she’s not there. So many everyday moments I wanted to share with her… but couldn’t.
So now, I’m taking her old photo albums and preserving them by either scanning them and/or putting them in a brand new album where they are mounted on paper that won’t suck the life out of the photos. (I find myself growing frustrated with the project because she kept her old photos so poorly: many were scotch taped into the albums! Argh! However, she kept the post-1977 photos much better. Hence, photos like this one, of the two of us, are a-okay. ) Even when I find myself getting annoyed by the way she kept her photos, I’m glad she kept everything and labeled them, even if it was across the front of some of the pictures. Redoing her album makes me feel close to her, even though she’s no longer here.